Adventures of the Anonymous Blueberry Muffin Thief

So a couple of days ago, I bought a dress, because I thought that I might have need for such a thing. It was a pretty dress, although dubious on its sizing, because I resent being told that I'm an extra large when I waver between a 14 and 16. But whatever.
I paid extra for it to turn up on time, and thankfully, it did. It showed up yesterday (irritatingly, while I was at the cinema, and we shall be thankful that this is a nice quiet village and that the front door is actually at the back of the house, because the package was left on the doorstep).
Anyway, I get home and open the package, and lo and behold, completely the wrong thing. Where I had ordered a black and red halterneck, this was a red and white strappy/strapless/halterneck thing, and while a nice dress, was the wrong colour for me, and not what I ordered. Cue a panic. Cue me trying to get hold of the people I bought it from, to no avail until lunchtime today.

So to cut a long story short, I have ended up buying the same dress twice (although one of those payments will be refunded) and it still may not turn up on time.

And this, kids, is why it pays to plan ahead.

And if it doesn't fit (I have concerns about my boobs and the chest of the dress) I will have something to slim down a bit into (I could do with toning up, not losing weight, just turning the podge into muscle) which will be an incentive.

So wrong dress is now winging its way home, new dress is in the process of being dispatched, and I am crossing every digit possible that it turns up.

In better news, I finally got round to seeing Green Lantern yesterday, and ok, it wasn't the best film in the whole world, but I still spent most of it making heart eyes at it, and it's probably a good thing I didn't go with Dave, as I was a very squee-y fangirl throughout.
I was also one third of the audience, the other two thirds of which I think may have been hobos sleeping. I'm not sure.
I still hate Hal Jordan though.

I am now moved into the father's place. It's weird. Right now I'm sitting in their living room; him and Kay are both at work, and there's the odd car going past, but most of what I can hear is the multitude of birds cheeping and singing. There are gold finches in the creepers outside the window, and swallows out the back, as well as all the stuff I'm used to at home, although fewer crows and wood pigeons. There are chicken and sheep in the field at the bottom of the garden, and over the road there are fields with more sheep and horses, and it's so bloody quiet. There's also a wasp nest in the roof above my room, which is doing my head in already (I hate wasps with a passion).

Currently I'm waiting for iTunes to finish processing all my music onto Nene. The one good thing about being here is that they have a shower, which is awesome. Home has only ever had a bath (which is one of the things that is being fixed during the work, I will have a shower).

I'm glad I can drive now though, as I really am out in the sticks here. No buses unless I walk a couple of villages over, and it is a bit of a trek to get to Northampton on foot from here, although I might try it one day, just to see.

The weekend was hectic; saturday was spent packing and then over to dave's for his birthday, and then sunday was LARPing. I have been bitten to hell by the bug population, to the extent that my forehead is just a mess of bites (totally normal, they seem to go for my forehead as it's usually one of the few bits uncovered) and I have one on my thigh that had swollen to a good three inches round (again, while it's never happened to me, mum was prone to reactions like that, and she was also always being bitten by things).

I'm watching the hoohah over some bloke buying up fan archives to make a profit and frowning. Fandom is amazingly closed ranks, and while yes, I can see that to an outsider, it may look like a cash opportunity, surely the people on the fannish side would have the sense to understand that fandom does not take kindly to that sort of thing?

Hmm, I've been up two hours already. If this trend continues (and it probably will, if only to avoid accusations of laziness) then it's going to be a long couple of months.

We popped round to the house yesterday (I'd left my calendar on the wall, and there were a couple of boxes of food that needed to be picked up) and the builders had already had all the cabinets and stuff off the walls of the kitchen, the sink was still in, but all the plaster had been stripped back to the brickwork, and in the bathroom, one of the walls had been completely stripped, and the airing cupboard was half dismantled. I have no idea what state the outhouse was in, but with the plaster gone, it was obvious how badly the back wall needs work doing to it.

And now I think for more tea, then it will be a bit of pootling about, then off to MK for LARP plotting and Unknown Armies this evening.